It's believed LOVE HAS GOT MANY SHADES! Thought to bring out an UNOFFICIAL TESTIMONY for it.
Before you already feel monotonous about it, listen to what I actually mean by LOVE here. Luckily, it's not some literal meaning I'm using. When TWO trust...
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Theme Song: Can't help falling in love 🎶🎹🎵
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The dark surrounding blended with the inner senses of the lady sitting at one corner of her king-sized bed, legs stretched forward and both palms cupped on her belly. The window was left open, allowing the cool breeze along with the silver shine to touch her face and brush her laid-down lashes with its emotional intensity. The white curtains were dancing in the symphony of the musical surrounding. Yes! The speakers in her room sang the most soothing ones she had ever heard. The calming tunes controlled every moving body in the room except for the girl. The girl perhaps wasn't convinced. She didn't wish for a piece of music right at that moment. Right then, what she needed was peace - freedom from the thoughts she was keeping on coming across - the never-ending ponders of the unheard ears, the unseen eyes, and an unspoken mouth they were; she wasn't the one enquiring. But there was the problem again - there shouldn't have been thoughts. She was supposed to relax with her eyes closed - the ones that would be closed, unlike hers that were dreaming.
The door creaked open, followed by the sound of firm footsteps though her eyes didn't make a repercussion to it. They were better shut!
"Ouch!" Ranbir's voice struck her lazy ears. She presumed it to be the reaction of a hit by one of her thick books on the floor. That was what she was doing before going extensively silent on the bed - throwing her nearby stuff. The thought ashamed her now. She had been throwing the books mercilessly. Those, which once she respected the most - how could she? Those hit Ranbir; she knew she was the cause of it. She cursed herself under her breath.
"Prachi! What on Earth are you doing in the dark? Switch on the dims, at least." Ranbir said, switching on the lights - not too bright. The lights turned up, making him as shocked as he could ever be. The books were callously scattered on the marble floor. A jar full of juice was lying half on the carpet and half inside itself, broken glasses scattered on the area to the left of the bed, near Prachi. The other side had open files, a lit speaker, and a window with blowing curtains. THE ROOM WAS A MESS!
"Prachi?" His concerned bellow echoed the room. Ranbir rushed towards a still-lying Prachi, careful not to step on any of the broken glass pieces.
